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Chris drove them to the club in Shane’s sleek metallic red Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman, which had been packed in the house for their use even before they’d landed, just as Shane had instructed. The car was big and macho, just perfect for two hunks. The club they went to was a classy one, which was frequented by equally classy patrons. The two men got corner seats in the VIP section which was well guarded and watched as people had fun. The music wasn’t too loud in the VIP section and the atmosphere was cozy and cool due to the air-conditioning pumping out of the walls and floors.
Chris excused himself to talk to some friends of his, leaving Shane to enjoy his drink and music. The club was charged. Shane saw about three obviously gay couples, having the time of their lives. One particular gay couple was dancing so sexily with each other, Shane couldn’t help but admire them.
“Sure you don’t wanna dance?” Chris leaned closer to Shane to ask over the sound of the music, as he sat down beside Shane.
“Positive,” Shane said as he downed his glass of cognac and poured himself another shot.
Chris nodded and turned to wave at one of his friends, a sexy blonde who immediately sauntered over to their table. “Aren’t you guys going to dance?” She asked, sitting down beside Chris. “Hello,” She said, holding out her hand for Shane to shake. “I’m Joan.”
“Shane,” Shane said, accepting Joan’s extended hand.
“Nice to meet you.” She said loudly over the music. “Over there is my twin brother, John.” She said, pointing to a sexy guy, talking to another guy. “We’re childhood friends of Chris here.” She informed Shane.
“I see.” Shane grinned. He’d seen Chris speaking to those two earlier. “He must have been terrible as a child.”
“He sure was.” Joan laughed.
“Do you two mind not discussing me as if I wasn’t here?” Chris growled. “Looks like John is making headway,” Chris said, pointing at Joan’s twin brother who seemed to be in a very deep conversation with the other man. “Think they’re working it out or fighting?” Chris added when it looked like John’s companion had suddenly gotten angry.
“Oh oh…” Joan looked at her brother with worried eyes. “Oh, here he comes.” She said when John abruptly stood up from where he sat beside his angry companion and made his way towards their table. “Oh honey, are you okay?” She asked, kissing her brother on the cheek.
“He’s not ready to listen to reason. And I’m not ready to take any more of his crap. Do you wanna dance?” John asked his sister.
“No,” Joan said. “These heels are killing me. “Dance with Chris. He didn’t bring any date tonight and doesn’t look like he’s going to score any too.” She laughed. “Maybe I’ll join you guys later with Shane here.”
“Sorry, darling.” Shane chuckled. “But I don’t dance.”
“Yeah? We’ll see about that.” Joan said and then turned to Chris. “Go on, guys. And make it good. Maybe Frank will get jealous and start reasoning up.”
Chris turned to Shane. “Do you mind?” He asked softly.
“No. Go ahead.” Shane said, leaning slightly forward to meet Chris halfway for a fleetingly quick kiss.
Joan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise. “Oh my God!” She gasped. “Don’t tell me… Chris Donovan, are you…”
“Meet my boyfriend, Joan,” Chris muttered as he stood up and shrugged out of his jacket. “Now you have him all to yourself. Ask him anything you want to know.” He pulled John up and drew him onto the dance floor.
“You must be fucking kidding me.” Joan breathed, looking at Shane. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Shane chuckled.
“Okay, tell me…” Joan’s eyes were alight with curiosity and excitement.
“Tell you what?” Shane asked with a raised brow.
“Everything. How you guys met. How all this started. Just tell me about the two of you because trust me, when that guy was fucking me some years ago, there was nothing gay about it.”
“Oh boy!” Shane muttered.
On the dance floor, John was laughing his head off. “You know she’s going to tell him you guys used to fuck, don’t you?”
“I know. And I don’t care. He shouldn’t care either.” Chris said with all confidence.
“Oooh… So we’re there already huh?” John drawled just as ‘Put It Down’ by Brandy, ft. Chris Brown started to play. “Let’s see whether he’ll care about this.” He said naughtily as he turned around and began to rub his arse against Chris’ crotch, suddenly turning their dance into an erotic one.
Back at the table, Shane’s eyes widened so suddenly Joan automatically turned to look behind her and instantly burst into laughter. “You know it’s all for Frank’s benefit, don’t you?” She asked when she turned back to Shane.
“I hope that’s true,” Shane muttered as he tossed back his drink and poured another.
“Trust me, it is.” Joan insisted. “Whenever those two idiots have problems, good old jealousy never fails to bring them back together. My brother is obviously tired of talking so…”
“He’s going for the kill,” Shane concluded.
“Straight up,” Joan said as she turned to look at the erotic gyrations of her brother and Chris. Almost everybody’s eye was on them. It was so fucking hot. And when John started twerking, the whole VIP section virtually went up in an uproar. “Woooowwww!” Joan stood up and screamed.
Shane was not amused one bit. Chris and John’s dance moves were so hot and steamy it was virtually like they were fucking on the dance floor. They danced, straining together, their bodies moving as if there were no clothes between them. What made matters even worse for Shane was that he felt every move of Chris’ amazing body as though he were dancing with him and not somebody else. He was surprised, captivated, and turned on, his cock abruptly and painfully hard. He groaned when he felt his erection pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. His precum-soaked boxer briefs was not doing much to help either.
“Fuck!” Shane growled and stood up. He needed air. “Joan, tell him I’ll be outside,” Shane told Joan and left hurriedly.